Austin walked in, right past the man reading the newspaper.
One could say he looked pretty beaten up, stress out, others would quickly dismiss it all as him being drunk. Though it wasn't the latter.
"Oh! Mister Goodmen!" Came a shout from behind. He stopped quickly and turned, "Yes?" He replied, as the lady stopped infront of him handing him a couple of folder files. "More applicants, Sir." She said, as he took the files away. She bowed quickly, for no apparent reason, and left.
"More cannon fodder." He mumbled under his breath, opening the folder as he carefully navigated his way to his desk in the back office. "Lancelot. Heh, the lad doesn't have a bloody first name. Either that, or doesn't have a last name."
He shrugged and took a seat then pressed the communicator. "Send the next lad that wants to di...Fight for his country."
"Yes sir." Came a reply back.
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The lady that was just talking to Austin, walked over to the awaiting man. "Mister Lancelot, Lieutenant Commander Goodmen will see you now."